"Don't yu'er want to go back?" Dark eyes flashed the urgent expectations, my hesitation swept away the last glimmer of hope in the eyes of blue dawn.

"what's delicious? How hungry you are! " I averted the morning's gaze and looked at the roast chicken on the wooden shelf.

"you know how to eat!" Blue morning light talk about my forehead, dumb voice with endless doting.

"do people live on food! I've been very diligent in "eating" I spit out my tongue, stretch out my hand to tear the leg of the pheasant, just touch the surface of the pheasant with my finger belly, the burning pain burns my hand...